Illusionna

Splinter retreated to the dojo, the picture of his four sons in his hands.  The Phoenix had this in her pocket, and from the look of it, it had been there a while.  It was wrinkled and worn, the edges of the folds were beginning to come apart.  She must have found it when she’d found him in the sewers, months ago.  Why had she kept from him when he’d stayed with her in The Burrow?  And why had she kept it after he’d left.  How long had she been carrying it?  Why was she carrying it at all? Not an hour after Arcos and Aries had left, the quiet of the Lair was disrupted with the boys beginning to argue.  He took a deep breath

Aries stepped over the turnstiles to the Lair, carrying two large, though almost empty, homemade messenger bags over his shoulders and a dingy knapsack on his back.  His open chested denim vest revealed a low covering of wool, grown back from his summer shearing.  With no one being in the pit, he made his way to the kitchen.  He dropped all three bags on the floor, opened the fridge door, and grabbed a Coke with a “Yes!”  April had obviously been there that day.  Otherwise, the soda would be all gone. Plopping himself down in a chair, which protested under his weight, he opened the Coke with a satisfying hiss.  Bringing the alumin